Welcome, lovelies, to the Snake Oil Bulletin, your (semi-)weekly roundup of the choicest stuff and nonsense the internet can hurl our way! A thousand pardons for our absence last week, but we're back again to make a dent in the world of pseudoscience. We have a full bulletin to digest, so let us make haste.
I should. As a kid, there wasn't a vaccine, and, until recently, I never thought about it, because all the kids were getting the vaccine, and that was taking care of the problem.
My lawd, those are the Big Three in Ballparks! Iconic indeed!
I went to the old Yankee Stadium a few times when I was a kid and El Dad needed baseball and the Mets were on the road. He used to complain that neither Yankee Stadium nor Shea were a patch on the Polo Grounds, where, according to family legend, El Grandad once fielded a screaming line drive foul barehanded in the third inning of a game and had no feeling in his hands until after he got home. That story, and the story of how El Grandad saw Ray Chapman get hit in the head with the pitch that killed him, come out every time someone says something about either the Polo Grounds or an "easy" fielding or batting opportunity.
The Ray Chapman story my dad tells has always fascinated me, probably because I never knew El Grandad (he died when El Dad was 9). It's kind of nice to know we share a love of baseball across generations, but it's totally fucking weird to know what a man I never met was doing on Monday, August 16, 1920 in the late afternoon.
The viruses in a vaccine are very tiny, yes. They are also 1) present in high numbers, and 2) clinically proven to be effective. Homeopathic treatments, on the other hand, are 1) diluted to the point that they contain, typically, less than one molecule of the active ingredient, and 2) have not been clinically shown to have more than a placebo effect.
The fact that *you* knew your cat's treatment was homeopathic is enough for the placebo effect to come into play, because it effects your treatment of and perception of her. That's why scientists use double-blind trials, where neither the doctor or patient know which drug is the real one.
That's hilarious! Now my car is well because we have a psychic connection, and not from any old homeopathy! A tiny point, Yes! viruses are tiny, but they are also present in small, or tiny amounts, too. Its not the size of the antigen, it's the concentration that matters. Thanks!
That photo of the burns on the man's back has been around the interwebs for years. No one knows its origin, and it's widely believed among acupuncturists and Photoshop experts to be a huge fake. Not a single acupuncturist I've spoken with in almost twenty years of discussing it believes it to be real - in fact, every one of them says it's impossible for those burns to occur during treatment.
So after being able to do "open chain" overhead motion after 5 surgeries, which we DO know works to fix broken bodyparts, you think the fucking tape is to thank for it? You are A Idiot!
Wow. Now I feel petty for bitching about my situation. Congrats for finding those no-fuck-left-to-give diagnosticians. My hugs for all the needless pain (at least it wasn't needles pain, eh?) you've gone through. Cheers.
And that's the thing. Walking downtown is quaint and exerciseful, but all the medical, dental, and woo professionals like to move out of town and build their own damn buildings, while leaving the village's low tax base to sink even further. Yuppies.
I should. As a kid, there wasn't a vaccine, and, until recently, I never thought about it, because all the kids were getting the vaccine, and that was taking care of the problem.
Just do it and then you can stop worrying.
My lawd, those are the Big Three in Ballparks! Iconic indeed!
I went to the old Yankee Stadium a few times when I was a kid and El Dad needed baseball and the Mets were on the road. He used to complain that neither Yankee Stadium nor Shea were a patch on the Polo Grounds, where, according to family legend, El Grandad once fielded a screaming line drive foul barehanded in the third inning of a game and had no feeling in his hands until after he got home. That story, and the story of how El Grandad saw Ray Chapman get hit in the head with the pitch that killed him, come out every time someone says something about either the Polo Grounds or an "easy" fielding or batting opportunity.
The Ray Chapman story my dad tells has always fascinated me, probably because I never knew El Grandad (he died when El Dad was 9). It's kind of nice to know we share a love of baseball across generations, but it's totally fucking weird to know what a man I never met was doing on Monday, August 16, 1920 in the late afternoon.
Great stories. You really should write up your crazy Irish family history...novel or nonfiction. I'd read it.
I don't think they CARE about where the ivory comes from, as long as they get it.
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The viruses in a vaccine are very tiny, yes. They are also 1) present in high numbers, and 2) clinically proven to be effective. Homeopathic treatments, on the other hand, are 1) diluted to the point that they contain, typically, less than one molecule of the active ingredient, and 2) have not been clinically shown to have more than a placebo effect.
The fact that *you* knew your cat's treatment was homeopathic is enough for the placebo effect to come into play, because it effects your treatment of and perception of her. That's why scientists use double-blind trials, where neither the doctor or patient know which drug is the real one.
That's hilarious! Now my car is well because we have a psychic connection, and not from any old homeopathy! A tiny point, Yes! viruses are tiny, but they are also present in small, or tiny amounts, too. Its not the size of the antigen, it's the concentration that matters. Thanks!
I didn't even mention my mouth!
That photo of the burns on the man's back has been around the interwebs for years. No one knows its origin, and it's widely believed among acupuncturists and Photoshop experts to be a huge fake. Not a single acupuncturist I've spoken with in almost twenty years of discussing it believes it to be real - in fact, every one of them says it's impossible for those burns to occur during treatment.
And if the concentration is 0%?
So after being able to do "open chain" overhead motion after 5 surgeries, which we DO know works to fix broken bodyparts, you think the fucking tape is to thank for it? You are A Idiot!
Wow. Now I feel petty for bitching about my situation. Congrats for finding those no-fuck-left-to-give diagnosticians. My hugs for all the needless pain (at least it wasn't needles pain, eh?) you've gone through. Cheers.
Fortunately none of the treatments has made me wanna rolf or even rotfl.
And that's the thing. Walking downtown is quaint and exerciseful, but all the medical, dental, and woo professionals like to move out of town and build their own damn buildings, while leaving the village's low tax base to sink even further. Yuppies.
Spit and polish it is, then.